Thinking back now,   I suppose you were just stating your views   What was it all for   For the weather or the Battle of Agincourt   And the times that we all hoped would last   Like a train they have gone by so fast   And though we stood together   At the edge of the platform   We were not moved by them      With my own hands   When I make love to your memory   It's not the same   I miss the thunder   I miss the rain   And the fact that you don't understand   Casts a shadow over this land   But the sun still shines from behind it.      Thanks all the same,   But I just can't bring myself to answer your letters   It's not your fault   But your honesty touches me like a fire   The Polaroids that hold us together   Will surely fade away   Like the love that we spoke of forever   On St Swithin's Day